Beau: You are handed another fruity drink by the bar tender, one of many tonight. You’ve lost count of exactly how many, all you know is someone keeps sending you free drinks and they taste amazing. Yet you realise, these innocent looking cocktails may have more to them than it seems, because you suddenly find it difficult to walk in a straight line, or even walk at all. “Woah, you ok (y/n)?” you hear you boyfriend Beau ask distantly. You try to reply but you have apparently also lost the ability to speak. “Come on, let’s get you home” Beau says, swooping you up in his big, muscular arms and carrying you out of the bar, bridal style, with your body like a life size doll draped in his arms. He drives you home and carries you into you room, covering you with a blanket. “Thanks for taking me home, Beau” you mumble, slurring your words. “Anything for you, (y/n)” he smiles through the darkness, nestling down in bed next to you, before kissing you good bye. “Don’t go” you beg, needing him beside you, wanting to feel protected. “I won’t” he promises, pulling you onto his chest and holding you affectionately, planting a kiss on your forehead. You fall asleep feeling warm and fuzzy, with Beau by your side.
James: "James, you have to come get her, she’s in there" your friend, Marissa tells your boyfriend urgently. He follows her into the guest room, where you are passed out on the bed after having a few too many drinks at Marissa’s party, which is still in full swing. "I have to get back, make sure she’s ok?" Marissa instructs James, before rushing back to the festivities. "Hey babe, how are you feeling?" he whispers gently, swiping hair out of your face. You grunt an inaudible reply, feeling like absolute crap. He chuckles lowly, resting his big hand on your cheek, warmth spreading from his touch. "Do you want me to take you home?" he asks. You shake your head. "Hug me" you manage to grumble, to which James happily suffices. He spreads out next to you, holding you in his arms whilst you doze off, both falling asleep wrapped in each others embraces.
Jai:You burst into the bathroom just i time to be violently ill in the toilet, belching up all that horrible, poisonous alcohol. Jai storms in after you, concern and horror written all over his handsome face. “Aw babe, again?” he sighs, kneeling next to you, holding back your hair and rubbing your back in circular motions. “I am never, ever drinking EVER again” you whinge in between gags, resting your head in your hands in exhaustion. “You don’t have to stay for this, Jai. I must be repelling right now” you tell him weakly. “I’m not leaving babe, you need me” he simply answers, squeezing your arm in reassurance. You are secretly relieved he isn’t going, having him here with you and taking care of you is comforting. “Come here” Jai helps you up as soon as your stomach is emptied, helping you back into bed. “I’ll go get you some tea” he volunteers, leaving a quick kiss on your cheek. Thank god you have Jai, you would be dying without him.
Daniel: "Oh hey, there you are, I was staring to….." Daniel doesn’t finish his sentence as he sees you stumble into the house, heels in one hand, your gaping open bag, half of the content spilling onto the floor. "I was out with my friends!" you inform him noisely, giving a loud woop. "We went out for drinks!" "I can see that" he chuckles, shaking his head at your state. "I think we better get you some water and bread to soak up some of those drinks huh?" he suggests, helping you walk to the coach. "Nah, i’m not even that drunk! I only had like….. 4 drinks" you gabble, still using a rather high noise level to speak at. "Yeah, 4 plus another 4 plus another 4 perhaps" Daniel mumbles, reappearing with a glass of water and two donuts. "Here, drink this and eat the donuts, they’ll help you sober up" he instructs, handing the glass and food over to you, Yo devour the donuts quickly and gulp down your water. Daniel also hands you a glass filled with a slimy, greenish liquid, which you squint at suspiciously. "What’s that?" you ask, scrunching up your face in disgust at it’s repugnant stench. "Trust me, you’ll thank me tomorrow for this when you wake up hangover free. I’ve had experience" he grins, watching you take a sip and almost spitting it back out in repulsion. "Ew! I’d rather be hung over than drink that!" you say, pushing the glass away from you. "Ok, fine. Get some sleep then, we can talk more in the morning" he smiles, covering you up with a blanket and giving you a small kiss. "Sleep tight" he whispers, before you drift off.
Luke: "Careful babe!" he laughs, as he swerves your five inch heel by a few centimeters. He is trying to maneuver your high heels off your feet, but you are too fidgety and squirmy for him to unbuckle them. He finally manages to pull them off, throwing them onto the ground next to the bed. Next, he takes off your sparkly jacket that you wore over your clubbing dress, sadly with several stains of ketchup and liquor all over it. "You’re so cute" you coo, squishing his cheeks as he tries to get you under the duvet. "Thank you, i try" he jokes, removing your hands from his face and planting a gentleman-like kiss on the palm of both of them, smirking. "I think you should try and get some sleep. You’ll probably feel like shit tomorrow though" he tells you, looking into your eyes. If you weren’t so insanely drunk, it would’ve been quite romantic and sweet, but you are too wasted to even think straight right now. "Thank you for coming and getting me from the party" you sigh, suddenly overcome with a sense of fatigue and sleepiness. "Not like i had a choice, couldn’t leave you standing on the curb after you got kicked out of the club for being too drunk now, could i?" he grins playfully, at which you laugh as well. "Sleep with me?" you ask him tenderly. "I would, but given your state…" "Not sex, you idiot! Actual sleeping!" you exclaim, hitting him in the side. "I know, i know! I was kidding! God!" he laughs, winking cheekily, yet cuddling up next to you nevertheless and falling asleep with your body intertwined together.
